My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 907: Selected

Chapter 907: Selected

Camille pursed her lips, her eyelids twitching slightly. A voice echoed inher mind: Has Eileen returned to Hance?

Her eyes narrowed, her expression cold as ice. Preston's words didn'tprovoke much speculation in her. She wasn't inclined to believe that hiswords held any genuine concern for her.

Many times, she had seen through Preston's manipulations, knowinghe wanted her to create trouble for Ayan. If her relationship with Ayanbecame tumultuous, Preston would take advantage of the opportunityto achieve his own ends.

She was well aware of his motives.

She had foreseen this a long time ago, but she had refrained fromconfronting him.

But her silence seemed to give Preston the impression that he hadsuccessfully deceived her. He treated her like a fool.

Camille took a silent breath, her expression aloof, her voice distant."So, you know that he went to pick up Eileen? You seem quite well-informed about his affairs. Sometimes, I can't help but wonder, Preston,do you have any ulterior motives when it comes to him?"

Camille let out a chilly smile, devoid of warmth, her face showing notrace of emotion.

Preston was momentarily taken aback by Camille's focus. He hadexpected her reactions to revolve around Ayan and Eileen, but itseemed that her attention had shifted to him...

Preston remained silent for a couple of seconds, then respondedhastily, "Cami, you know I'm looking out for you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Camille cut him off abruptly.Camille's tone was cool as she stated, "If you truly cared about me, youwouldn't have made this call, and you definitely wouldn't have told mesomething that would hurt me once I knew."

"Cami, I just don't want you to be kept in the dark. I want you to seethings clearly and not be deceived by Ayan over and over again. I toldyou a long time ago, Ayan won't fall for you. Your love and efforts won'tmove him. I'm a man, and I understand how men think. But why don'tyou believe me?"

Preston was blunt, unaware of the potential hurt his words might causeCamille. His intention was to open her eyes to Ayan's true nature, toshatter any illusions she had and encourage her to distance herselffrom him.

This had always been Preston's goal, an unchanging one.

Once, he had said that if Ayan fell in love with Camille, he wouldsincerely bless their relationship. But those were just empty words. Hehad never truly considered it.

It had always been like this.

Preston's bluntness prompted a faint smile from Camille. Her voice wascalm as she retorted, "Believe you? How can I believe you? Preston,your so-called concern for meg, honestly, I don't feel it at all. If you'redone speaking, then hang up!"

"Camille!!! Why can't you see the truth? Are you willing to give upeverything for this man? Are you willing to abandon your self-esteem?”"If that's what you're implying, then so be it." Camille's strength to arguewas waning. She knew that you couldn't wake someone pretending tosleep. She had learned this countless times with Preston.

There was no point in trying to convince him anymore.

It was futile.

Camille ended the call, rubbing her temples with force. Her head wasstarting to ache.

Her expression didn't look good, her complexion turning pale. Summernoticed and asked softly, "Miss Camille, are you okay?"

Camille lowered her hand and managed a faint smile. "I'm fine."Summer seemed a bit concerned as she glanced at Camille again.Camille then asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead. What is it?" Summer replied gently.

Since that night, Summer and Camille had grown even closer.

Camille frowned slightly, her voice low and calm. "I have a good friendwho has helped me a lot, accompanied me through tough times. Butrecently, I've realized that he's taken advantage of me many times,always under the guise of looking out for me. Do you think he's truly afriend to me?"

Camille had never asked anyone other than herself about this matter.She hadn't even discussed it with Sienna. It was just because she hadspoken to Preston on the phone that she brought it up.

Summer analyzed the situation thoughtfully before responding, "I thinkthere are two possibilities. First, maybe he genuinely sees you as afriend, but his methods are misguided. Second, he might not consideryou a friend at all, just someone he can use.”

Camille squinted her eyes, her expression revealing a mixture ofemotions that was hard to decipher. She didn't respond immediately,her eyes fixed in a distant gaze. She finally met Summer's gaze andoffered a faint smile, shaking her head. "How could it be? Thank you forsharing your thoughts with me."

"No problem. It's not a big deal. Actually, I should thank you," Summerreplied with a meaningful tone.

Camille just smiled without saying anything.

Camille didn't reveal her emotions and didn't let Preston's call affect herwork. She had a meeting at Simpson Group the next day, so she hadfinished a lot of her work today.

The architectural plans were almost finalized, and after a couple moredays, the museum's architectural team would select the architects tojoin the project.

Everyone wanted to be part of the team, but there were only two spotsavailable. The final decision would ultimately be made by the higher-ups. No one knew the outcome yet.

In the afternoon, Jenson came over to discuss this matter. He had atalk with all the architects in advance, telling them, “If you don't getselected to join the team, don't be discouraged. There will be moreprojects to collaborate on in the future. Don't let the outcome affect yourrelationships. Don't let the project ruin the bond you've built."

His words were met with unanimous agreement, and after a few morewords, Jenson left.

Once he was gone, the atmosphere relaxed, and the topic shifted.Sophie said, "I wonder who will be selected? Whoever gets selectedshould treat me to a meal.”

Sophie seemed hopeful for a treat, not even considering herself as apotential candidate. Her attitude was very laissez-faire.

For every easygoing candidate, there was a competitive one. One ofthe architects Preston had recruited to join the team exemplified thisattitude. She directly pointed the conversation towards Camille, herwords tinged with envy. "Miss Camille must be a shoo-in, right? Afterall, Mr. Simpson wouldn't let Miss Camille be left out. But the rest of us?Well, we might not have such luck without a good boyfriend or husbandto support us!"

Camille didn't bother responding. She simply glanced at the personwho made the comment.

Someone who had a better relationship with her pulled at her sleeve,gesturing for her to stop, but that architect didn't show any intention ofstopping. She continued, even though her words were like a fishbonestuck in everyone's throat, difficult to swallow and hard to spit out.Camille paid little attention, and Summer chimed in, "If Miss Camillerelied solely on Mr. Simpson's support, they would have announced justone selected architect instead of implying there are two potentialcandidates.”

With Summer's words, the conversation died down immediately.Sophie lightened the mood, and the topic was dropped.

After work, Camille drove back to Maple Leaves Mansion on her own.She had driven to work in the morning, and now she was driving backhome. If Ayan had driven her in the morning, he would also be there topick her up in the evening.

When she arrived at Maple Leaves Mansion, Ayan hadn't returned yet.But she called him directly, and when he answered, she asked, "Whereare you?"